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Rugelach!
Jewish Luuuuurve Cookies! Most de-lish! They aren’t easy, per say, but I’ve laid out very detailed instructions to facilitate the process (which is why this recipe resembles a novel. Fear not it’s length; it’s well intentioned!) So, tie on a babushka headcover; pretend you just left the Schtetl; contemplate rhinoplasty; whip these up (in a merrily laborious sort of way;) envision your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren communing over these scrumptious Semitic snacks, and let your nagging maternal urges run rampant!
Sandy Brown and Golden Delicious
Mes petits trésors, voici ce qui ce passe:
I tried so hard to make this post more serious, so that you may understand that I do more in life than contemplate my next source of spit-swappage. But alas, my brain is so cramped from attempting college essays that it is obstructed. I have tried in vain to inundate it with various forms of mental ex-lax (Russian literature, my favorite cookbooks, The West Wing, and dinner parties), but it’s no go, if you know what I mean. So then I changed my tact, and waited for an event of notable hilarity to befall me. Considering that I haven’t written in a week, you can only imagine how well that worked out. So, a rather idiotic recounting of mes derniers jours:
Mes Nouvelles…
Dudes and Dudettes!
I am back at work, and for the moment all is well. Except for the body building mammoth that has replaced me as bus boy (he, at least, is of the appropriate gender to satisfy the job description. But that’s truly the only good thing I can say about him.) He’s a brain damaged brute, a study in stupidity of literally gargantuan proportion! I assure you, he can have absolutely no more brain cells than are necessary for survival on the most base levels of this earth. He’s like a throwback to Neanderthalish times, and an inbred specimen at that. But, as if his sheer idiocy isn’t offensive enough, he’s also a molester. Indeed, he’s taken to covertly fondling the small of my back with his steroid-swollen digits. Ah, good times… But then, get this! If I accidentally brush against his derriere (which is about every five seconds, given his hulking frame), he let’s out these gurgling reclamations, as if I’ve violated his delicate constitution. Honestly!
On Seasons
In my phase of grievance, I used to long for winter. I celebrated the arrival of hibernal chill as an excuse to bundle up, to pad my wounded self and protect it from the cruelty of the world. I was filled with a hollow and somewhat desperate pleasure by the sight of trees stripped bare; the tortured beauty of the landscape echoing my own bereavement. Bereft. It is a beautiful word, expressive of sadness in meaning and sound. It forces the mouth into a special movement, so that the utterance of the word is always soft and grave. I used to love that word.
Food and Sex, and Des Eggs
It’s no surprise that since I imported my portly papa from the big apple, he and I have spent the better part of our time rhapsodizing about food, often directly across the table from each other, and likely while reveling in the pleasures provided by a bowl of grapes. We’re able to discuss food endlessly without tiring the subject out, for there is always an element of mystère in food, après tout. It is an endlessly giving subject, always relevant, and just elusive enough that it captivates me unendingly.
Indeed, with a French posse around (believe it or not, we’ve got a Francophone tribe in Marfa), a certain haughtiness appears in my culinary attitude. Or rather, the notion of French culinary superiority that I usually secret away in the far back recesses of mind, quite ashamedly, becomes validated. And I give it voice! Grace à dieu, for once in my life I’m not soliloquizing, but discussing! With real live specimens! It is quite a departure, a breath of fresh air, a horse of a different color, and, let me see…ah! A whole different ball game! Man, I love idioms! See, even when I get hoity toity and Française, I never forget that I am very much American too.
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